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02-mohicans_025-1757	James Fenimore Cooper	02-mohicans_025-1757	1757		.txt	text/plain	4769	194	68	But who has ever found a Huron asleep? The darkness of the impending cloud which precedes a burst of thunder was not blacker than the brow of Magua as he exclaimed: Standing a single minute to enjoy his bitter triumph, he turned away, as if sickening at the gaze of men, and, veiling his face in his blanket, he walked from the lodge with the noiseless step of an Indian seeking, in the privacy of his own abode, the sympathy of one like himself, aged, forlorn and childless.	cache/02-mohicans_025-1757.txt	txt/02-mohicans_025-1757.txt